Sometimes I think about how my body is this weird fucking collage of contradictions. My soft tits and my hard cock, the dark makeup and the pink skin underneath. I spent an hour tonight just tracing the scars on my thighs from when I was trying to feel something, anything, before the hormones. Now I just feel... more. My cock drips when I'm bored, my ass clenches when I imagine a rough hand on my hip, my brain just buzzes with static and want. It's not even about sex half the time, it's about the ache of being seen in all my fucked-up, mismatched glory. Someone who gets that the most intimate thing isn't fucking me, it's watching me smoke out back and not needing me to explain the silence. #TransThoughts #MismatchedParts #TheAche